Wandering in the world of martial arts

ps: Thanks to Aohan Wuming and Mengshi Yuanran for their rewards!After one o'clock in the evening, today is gone, Xiao Si is making character pictures and so on!

Go upstream.

In Yangzhou, on the way to Xiangyang.

Yue Yuan, Chilian Fairy Li Mochou, Xiao Longnv and Hong Lingbo rode a flat boat and headed for Xiangyang.

at the same time.

Zhongnan, Quanzhen.

In the drizzling rain, wearing a pink Taoist robe, a long sword, and a paper umbrella, Yin Zhiping walked step by step from the forbidden area of ​​the back mountain to the Quanzhen Chongyang Hall with a hint of blood.The smell of blood that killed Zhao Zhijing with the sword was blown away by the wind and rain.

Step by step, Yin Zhiping walked away expressionlessly.

Since coming out of retreat, this is the first time he has set foot in Chongyang Hall.

"Brother Yin?"

Along the way, all the Taoist priests who saw Yin Zhiping holding a paper umbrella were dumbfounded.

No one has ever seen someone in a pink Taoist robe, and no one thought that his brother Yin would be dressed in such a weird way.

Yes!

In their eyes, this is an extremely weird attire, Yin Zhiping's whole body exudes a kind of squeamishness that belongs only to daughters.Moreover, that kind of squeamishness more concealed Yin Zhiping's masculinity.

This is how the same thing?

Didn't Senior Brother Yin go to retreat to practice?

how come……

Everyone didn't expect it, a few of them might have thought of something, and almost scrambled into the Chongyang Hall to call the Quanzhen Seventh Son.

For the disciples of Quanzhen, everything in front of them was too weird and illusory.

He didn't pay attention to the exclamation of other disciples, nor did he pay attention to the greetings of others.During the several months of retreat, when Yin Zhiping practiced and comprehended the innate skills and finally slowly became what he is now, he was already mentally prepared.

That congenital skill, that practice is successful, but it seems to have failed.

Even Patriarch Chongyang died because of a problem when he finally comprehended the highest state of Xiantian Kung Fu. Otherwise, how could it be the fault of Wu Jue and the others?However, to Yin Zhiping's surprise, he succeeded.

When he was in a state of madness, after wasting several bottles of wound medicine, including the wound medicine left by Yue Yuan, he ate all of them.Then, he inexplicably succeeded.

He has cultivated the innate skills that no one has ever practiced before, even Wang Chongyang, who was known as the number one in the world at the time, did not practice the innate skills to the top.

But what surprised Yin Zhiping was that he quickly became an innate skill.

It's just that during the retreat, as the days passed, Yin Zhiping also slowly discovered his own changes in the practice of innate skills. His voice began to slowly develop towards a female voice, and his skin became smoother and smoother, and his whole body became smoother. More and more women's figure.A pair of sword eyebrows also slowly cultivated into willow eyebrows.

In the cave, facing the water pool, Yin Zhiping was very confused.

Are you dazzled?

Or... do you think of Miss Long again?

Correct!

It must have been because I was sorry to Miss Long that I became like this!

After continuous self-hypnosis, Yin Zhiping felt that his innate skills practice had reached a certain level, and he passed the test.

After leaving the customs, he came to the ancient tomb in a pink Taoist robe, and quietly looked at the stone door of the ancient tomb that was closed and would not be opened again in the rain.

Zhao Zhijing...

He finally died by his own hands!

For Zhao Zhijing, Yin Zhiping who killed him with his own hands, there is only a trace of joy in his heart.Who told him to talk about Miss Long there?

If it wasn't for Zhao Zhijing, where would such a thing happen to Miss Long at that time!

While pursing his lips and chuckling, Yin Zhiping walked into the Chongyang Hall under the watchful eyes of all the Taoists, holding an umbrella and holding a sword.

Chongyang Palace!

After receiving the report from the disciples under the sect, the seven Quanzhen Seven Sons who were not practicing were all shocked.

Zhiping wears a pink Taoist robe, looks like a woman?

What a joke!

This is the biggest idea in the minds of the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Six.

However, just as Changchunzi Qiu Chuji angrily reprimanded his disciples, the door of the Chunyang Hall was pushed open again.

A gust of cold air was brought in by a pink figure.

Qiu Chuji's words stopped abruptly. Looking back, his eyes fell on the gate.

"Nephew Yin!?"

With his eyes wide open, Changchunzi Qiu Chuji stared at Yin Zhiping who appeared at the gate in dumbfounded amazement.

The other six people were also dumbfounded, while as Yin Zhiping's master and the head teacher of Quanzhen Sect, Taoist Ma Yu opened his mouth wide and stared blankly at his apprentice.Taiguzi Hao Datong and Qingjing Sanren Sun Buer were also completely stunned.

It can be said that the six of the Quanzhen Seven were all shocked by Yin Zhiping who appeared at the door.

This is how the same thing?

How could this be?

Could it be that Yin Zhiping had a problem with his closed mind?

The Quanzhen Seven and the Six had no choice but to think this way. Just when Qiu Chuji came to his senses and was about to reprimand Yin Zhiping angrily, he heard that Yin Zhiping who was standing at the gate casually discarded the paper umbrella in his hand, and stroked the hair on his temples with his right hand. Fa, said: "Master, Master, Zhao Zhijing, Brother Zhao, was dealt with by me in the forbidden area in the back mountain!"

"what!!!"

Everyone was shocked, and Zhao Zhijing's master Wang Chuyi was even more shocked.Ma Yu, Qiu Chuji, Hao Datong, Sun Buer, and Liu Chuxuan were equally shocked.

"Zhiping, what did you just say?"

As Yin Zhiping's master, Ma Yu asked the question in person. At this moment, he could no longer care about Yin Zhiping's pink Taoist robe.

"Master!"

"Didn't you hear clearly? I just executed Brother Zhao in the back mountain! Who told him to say that Miss Long is wrong!"

Replying to Ma Yu's words with a smile, Yin Zhiping raised his sleeve, sniffed it carefully, and said softly: "The sleeve still has the bloody smell of Senior Brother Zhao!"

"..."

The six of the Quanzhen Seven looked at Yin Zhiping in front of them, listened to the other's casual words, and the occasional gesture of a daughter. They looked at each other, and a chill rose involuntarily in their hearts.

What happened in this retreat?

Qiu Chuji stretched out his hand to suppress the angry Wang Chuyi, and instead asked, "Zhiping, aren't you practicing congenital skills in seclusion?"

"Yup!"

It seemed that he just thought of this, Yin Zhiping was happy, and said with a smile: "I have successfully cultivated the innate skills!"

Before the hero meeting, why didn't I practice Xiantian skills?

In Yin Zhiping's smile, what appeared was not happiness, but a biting sadness.

Innate skills?

Do not!

Innate skills are definitely not like this!

The Seven Masters of Quanzhen have also comprehended Xiantian Kungfu, so of course they know that they should not look like this after practicing Xiantian Kungfu, but the current Yin Zhiping...

While the six people looked at each other, a thought flashed through their minds at the same time, that is to be insane!

Because of what happened to the little dragon girl in the past, she became obsessed.Now he even killed Zhao Zhijing.

The six people looked at each other, and they almost understood what they were thinking, that is, they wanted to take down Yin Zhiping who was already insane in their eyes.

The figures of six paths rushed towards Yin Zhiping in six directions.

"……Oh?"

With a sigh, Yin Zhiping looked at the masters and uncles rushing towards him with a smile, and gently lowered the scabbard in his hand to the ground, the stone chips splashed everywhere, and the long sword was unsheathed.

Clang!

With the sound of a sword, the gate of the Chongyang Hall was closed tightly, and the pink figure stirred up water vapor all over the sky, and the person turned into a pink shadow, and greeted the six Quanzhen Seven Sons.

fast!

Incredibly fast!

Even if the swordsmanship used is still Quanzhen swordsmanship, and the light body technique is still Quanzhen Jinyan Kungfu, but the Quanzhen Seven Sons and Six have never thought that Yin Zhiping's speed at this moment would be so fast.

Even though they knew what Yin Zhiping's next move was, they still couldn't stop it.

Zhongzheng's mediocre Quanzhen swordsmanship forcibly displayed a strange demeanor in Yin Zhiping's hands.

……

Outside the Chongyang Hall!

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the traces are like smoke.

In the misty rain, the gate of the Chongyang Hall was opened.

Yin Zhiping was dressed in a pink Taoist robe, holding a long sword, and slowly stepped out of it. After gently sweeping the blood splattered on his sleeve with his right hand, Yin Zhiping stood in front of the hall, facing the oncoming wind and rain, Slowly opened his arms.

"From today on, Quanzhen is not only Chongyang Patriarch and Quanzhen Seven Sons, but also me, Yin Zhiping! Masters and uncles, you just need to guard Zhongnan well."

"Golden Wheel Dharma King!"

"Yang Guo!"

"Xiangyang!"

He chanted these two names that Yin Zhiping hated to the core, and when he retracted his arms, he was completely submerged in the wind and rain.

In the wind and rain, a pink figure hurried down the mountain.

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